“My friend, Mr. Walter Lyman, Mr. Rainbolt.”
CHAPTER XXI.
STARTLING NEWS.
The ranger grasped young Lyman by the hand, and gazing into his eyes reflectively, said:
“I am sure we have met before, Mr. Lyman.”
“Yes, sir; on the night you rescued Colonel Wayland Sanford and his party from the Indians,” returned Lyman.
“Yes, yes, I remember you now; but where are the rest of your party?”
“I know where none of them are but Colonel Sanford. Yesterday I became separated from my friends, and in wandering by the falls to-day I met Miss Sanford, who invited me into your hidden home.”
“You’re a thousand times welcome, Mr. Lyman. But you said you knew where Mr. Sanford was, I believe.”
“Yes, sir; he is dead,” the young man returned, seriously.